Chapter 569
Seeing that Ye Chen didn't answer the question, Zhang Jian spat and said, "Is it fun to act crazy and act stupid? I'm flattering you by asking you to carry cement!"
Ye Chen nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, I understand, I will make good arrangements for you."
Zhang Jian saw that he kept talking in a confused manner and said disdainfully: "Crazy!"
After saying that, he spoke again: "As someone who has experienced this, I would like to give you a few words of advice. You are still young. If you go out and find something serious to do now, it is still possible to succeed."
"Is it humble to carry cement? Not at all. Do you know that there is a singer named Adu? He used to carry cement at construction sites, doesn't he also carry fire?"
"And now Kuaishou and Douyin are so popular. You can register an account and post some videos of carrying cement on it. Maybe it will become popular!"
Ye Chen smiled and said, "I have a Douyin account. Do you want to follow me?"
Zhang Jian asked disdainfully: "Hey, you are the only one who is a housewife and still plays Douyin? What is your Douyin account? What is your name? Is it the No. 1 Diaosi in Jinling?"
Ye Chen smiled and said: "My Douyin account is 786019911, my name is Long Son-in-law, and my avatar is a red dragon. Lao Tie, would you like to follow me and give me a like?"
"The dragon son-in-law who came to visit?" Zhang Jian looked at Ye Chen with disdain and said, "Just you? The dragon son-in-law? I said, can we have some face? If you are the dragon son-in-law, then I am not the god son-in-law, the fairy son-in-law,
The emperor’s son-in-law, the overlord’s son-in-law?”
Ye Chen smiled slightly and said, "You, you are the son-in-law."
"Ni son-in-law? What do you mean?" Zhang Jian frowned.
Ye Chen laughed: "My son-in-law who carries cement, you don't understand this?"
"Fuck!" Zhang Jian couldn't help but curse: "You really don't know how to appreciate someone!"
Ye Chen ignored him, carried his father-in-law's former teacher, and walked a few steps quickly to the door of the classroom.
The old man patted Ye Chen's hand and said, "Young man, if you can laugh at humiliation and neither be humble nor overbearing, you will be a promising person at first sight."
After that, the old man turned his wheelchair and entered the classroom.
Zhang Jian muttered in a low voice: "I'm so dim-sighted. I don't know how to tell that he is good."
Ye Chen ignored him. Anyway, he was not far away from the fate he had arranged for himself.
At this time, with the arrival of the old teacher, the classroom was filled with cheers, and everyone kept saying hello to the old man.
It is no exaggeration to say that the relationship between teachers and students at that time was as close as that of father and son.
The old man looked at these middle-aged people who were already over fifty and had some gray hair. He couldn't help but feel very pleased and nodded repeatedly.
He has been teaching all his life, and it can be said that he has students all over the world. When he sees these students, he feels that he has no regrets in his life.
"Let the teacher give us another lesson." Someone suggested emotionally.
Everyone expressed the same request one after another.
The old man nodded, his eye circles a little red, sitting behind the podium, touching the already rough podium with his fingers, and said slowly: "Hello, classmates."
"Hello, teacher." Everyone shouted in unison.
The old man nodded and said, "I am old. I can no longer stand up or shout. The quality of my lectures may not be as good as before, so I want to say sorry to everyone first."
This chapter has been completed!